Kisa said as she leaned against the doorframe, observing Malia's reaction closely, if she didn't like it the Petrova would change everything for her, there was no doubt

She had made sure that Kai and Malia were the ones closer to her, although she doubted Mal would ever sleep on her own room, as it happened on their previous house.

She had never considered not making a private space for the werecoyote, knowing how important it was to feel like you owned something.

Anything at all

To feel that even if you lost everything you'd still have a safe place to return to.

For the most part of her life, she didn't and she suffered the consequences of it.

From sharing a room with her twin when they were still humans, which caused a bond based on complete dependence between them, before they were thrown out of their house.

They had never talked about the horrors of living in the streets during the Ottoman Empire, but they never forgot.

The looks of disgust thrown on their way, hisses, laughters, the so called sluts of the village.

Kisa didn't follow after Katerina because of their bond as twins, she followed because she knew her twin wouldn't survive a day on the streets alone.

She followed because her own honor had been destroyed by the actions of her twin, simply because they shared a face, and their father couldn't look at her with the proudness he usually had.

She never forgot the hands... dirty hands, of the Ottoman soldiers, who had conquered the land, nor the blood, the warm blood, that had many nights been the only thing stopping Katerina and herself from dying of hypothermia as they used the dead bodies to survive.

It was true.

They were survivors.

Much sooner than they were vampires, but no one needed to know that.

No one would ever know how they had eaten human's flesh to not die of starvation nor how Kisa had became a mercenary for a few coins.

They had been so young...

And when they had a chance to see a new world, going to England, it had to be better, they had supposed... everything just became worse.

Yes, they had a place to sleep, so kindly given by the Mikaelson family, but the cost was their humanity, although Kisa wasn't sure she hadn't lost this as well along the way to them.

It was a true wonder how vampirism changed Katerina.

It didn't give her fangs only, but a forked tongue that instead of helping the only surviving family she had, seemed to only care about herself.

It had taken centuries of treachery for Kisa to finally let go of her twin, the dependence had only ended after so many years locked up.

But once again, who in their sane mind wants to live immortality alone?

Kisa never wanted this, so she took in every stab, every curse, every single venom that would come with her twin, until she was forced to live without her and noticed how she was better that way.

After using her twin one more time, Katerina didn't notice it would be the one that would carve her grave.

This had obviously traumatized Kisa at a certain level... enough for her to see how crucial it was for Mal to have her own room after living her whole life in the woods.

Because this way, even if they were together, the dependency wouldn't be there.

Because this way, if Malia ever wished to part ways, she wouldn't feel terrified of not having somewhere to go, she would have her own place.

Malia tilted her head, seeming to notice the darkness that had suddenly attacked her vamp. She wouldn't ask, she knew Kisa enough to know that the Petrova wouldn't answer, if she wanted to say something, she would be the one initiating, so the only thing she could do was let a playful smile appear on her lips while sitting on her new bed

The shadows of the past disappeared from Kisa's hickory eyes, the corner of her lips tilting up as she moved her gaze from the ground to meet Malia's warm brown eyes.

And she was sincere Kisa continued with amusement shining in her eyes while Malia raised her eyebrows and smirked.

The werecoyote teased, sitting on her knees on the bed as Kisa slowly approached her, eyes darkened and a dangerous smirk.

The Petrova questioned lowly, index finger and thumb tracing the coyote's jaw before she took a hard hold on her chin, tilting her head up so Malia could see her face.

Malia answered breathlessly, her eyes quickly taking every single part of the woman standing in front of her, with her head tilted and her hair shadowing her perfect features.

Curiosity and something like a knowing smirk had now replaced her features.

Kisa was everything she imagined whenever the vampire would tell stories about Queens and kingdoms.

Malia wouldn't doubt her if she ever said she had reigned upon countries and had both men and women falling on their knees for her.

Be it by her sword or by her smirk.

Malia was a beast, a creature of the nature, a wild animal that hunted not only to eat but only because of the pleasure of it, she had never kneeled to anyone and never though she would.

But to Kisa she gladly would.

Blunt as always... this made Kisa genuinely laugh.

their noses touched, Malia's eyes quickly drawn to the vampire's lips as she bit down on her own, goosebumps rising on her arms and legs

Malia whispered, her legs trembling as she met Kisa's gaze once again, watching the dark red irises observing her intently.

Kisa smirked, fingers slowly tracing down to the werecoyote's neck, before they wrapped in a tight hold, making Mal gasp before breaking into a grin as Kisa's free hand went to her shorts stopping before she looked at her in the eyes again

And Malia's shorts was ripped with a swift move of her hand.